life on the farm

A few days ago, Ben and I were talking with a friend and he remarked (having also recently moved from the west side to the east side of our fair city) that really there are two different Albuquerques. The west side can best be described as this:


(source)

But since moving to the east side we've seen life! We have already sort of adopted some critters that just wandered into our yard. Meet ninja:






Notice the grass!!

And here is LooShoo (named and even spelled by Benson) and her new kittens, which we just happened upon one day in our shed.

Here is where we do not mention that with all of this life we also discovered that our dirt moves at night with an unmentionable amount of cockroaches. I'm seriously shivering just thinking about it. Is this normal? Should I stop worrying if they are just outside (which they mostly are, thank goodness)? Or should I go out and mercilessly destroy like I want to?

And just so you don't have to end this post thinking about all those cockroaches, here's a little something else.

Sometimes baby Roman cries, even though he's laying on the softest blanket ever, so lovingly made by his mommy...

but most of the time he looks like this. Which is to say milk-drunk and pretty pleased with life.